A cacophony of sound surrounds me,
As dissonant music blares into my mind.
I sit in front of my computer
to type away my latest poem.
"Are these your dirty shoes, dear?
We have a rack for them, you know."
"Why is our towel soiled, dear?
Were you fiddling with your car?"
Whining and carping, objecting and wailing.
Oh, for a precious moment of silence,
That I might be alone
That I may be allowed to concentrate
On my tenuous inspiration
Before it dissipates
Into its normal useless insubstantiality!
Gone is my poem, like a frightened bird.
Fragrance Interrupted
Whimsical feelings
Whimsical views
With coffee early moring
Glass half full
Fragrances interrupted
Mockingbird painted blue sky fluent
You have my undivided attention
With a genuine smile
Every stepping stone is truly meaningful
Sincerely yours
With uplifting poems
Together as one
Time will never divide us
You were always understanding when I was impatient
It was a cool Winter's day
A gray bird was chirping on my right
sitting high above, perched on an electric line
In front of me, palm trees were moving with the breeze
A morning dove was calling to my left
lost in the branches of an oak tree
The day felt serene; it felt gentle
A nice day to enjoy nature and reflect
Then, in this perfect moment of bliss
My soul was cracked. It was fractured,
by the sound of a car horn that broke the serenity
I will never feel this particular moment again
I got up from my porch and went inside
I had a map, a steady pace,
A dream unfolding, full of grace.
The morning sun, the clear blue sky
Then came the silence, no goodbye.
One call, one truth, a single tear,
The life I knew slipped out of gear.
Plans unraveled, time stood still,
I faced the mountain, lost my will.
The laughter faded into mist,
Moments I barely knew I missed.
I held my breath through sleepless nights,
Wrestled shadows, dodged the light.
But in the stillness, something grew,
A softer strength, a clearer view.
Not all is gone when storms arise,
Some truths are only born from cries.
So here I stand, not where I planned,
But wiser now, with gentler hands.
Life interrupted, yes, it's true.
But I’m still here, becoming new.
Innantia Magcanya
Our picnic food draws pesky flies.
We each grab a swatter and rise
to wipe out those devils,
but those crafty rebels
escape. Then we don’t feel so wise.
An interrupted dream
This morning, I'm happy
with a hint of nostalgia
over love won and lost
I'm drunk too
It takes days to get sober
Today, I shall not walk
on the side of the righteous
Wind in my sail
a clipper crossing the
pacific
buying tea for the woman
I loved in Liverpool
Sorry I left you, have
unfinished business
In Brazil
big eyes and rosa lips
In Guatemala, by chance
dusky the night
the moon was full
as always
it is easy to go astray
by physical love
intense the pleasure
I have not forgotten
my many promises
just one day more
before I sail to other shores
The volcano leveled
then a great wind blew the rest away.
Early humans came late.
They had callused soles and rough hands
they knew how to dig,
run and hide.
When the flood came
they were at ease feasting on stringy meat and bones
in the makeshift camps of their tribes.
The locust eating priests
declared it was everyone's fault
but theirs.
Contrite, and greatly diminished in number
they began to scratch the history of the world
on random stones.
Volcanos grew testy again
smoke and fiery fumes scorched the sky.
They packed up their meager possessions
and trekked. The tribes did not stop walking
until they found a lost scripture in the dust.
Some called the find a bible
written by soothsayers
yet unborn,
but in truth
it was yet another mystical footprint
to follow -
a sign to track
out of this inexplicable land
that kept blowing away
on the shifting sands
of bad times.
Purple hellion heard them coming, so he was quiet as he ate.
He could tell by their chatter, they were outside his caveman gate.
He stopped slurping his Thanksgiving feast, listening for their feet.
Sammy said, “I will check and see if PH is ready to greet”.
Sammy, a green unicorn always finds good in everyone.
Best of all, he laughs at Purple’s jokes, and they have lots of fun.
But who is the interloper? Hellion listened, without sound.
“Yoo hoo!” called Sammy. “Is there a dragon anywhere around?”
I will not share my feast! PH thought, angry at company.
I brought someone to visit you, Sammy said. Do you have blue tea?
Mama! Purple yelled out, so glad to see his Mom. What a great surprise!
She was carrying two baskets full of his favorite meat pies!
They generously invited Sammy to partake in feast and stay.
But Sammy said “It’s Unicorn fast week,” so I cannot today.
Thank you for showing me the town, and showing me the way.
Purple Hellion was hoping his mama could stay a week and play.
Interrupting a person in a rude way
Makes me irritable much of the day.
I do not yell and scream or even say.
But it makes my heart unhappy and gray.
I would rather be alone, sitting without a word
Than to be interrupted, which is totally absurd.
It shows a lack of manners, empathy or technique.
It’s something that only a boorish person would seek.
“Excuse me!” is ridiculous when they decide to interrupt.
It makes me angry. My bad feelings are ready to pop and erupt.
Pretending to be mannerly when you are in every way rude.
Makes me angry, positive proof that you have the wrong attitude.
The moment I wait for the traffic to stop,
the poetic thoughts arise electrifying...
the verses are imprinted in the mind...
I'm looking for paper! there isn't...
I intend to repeat the words to fix, to retain ideas, the poem...
Suddenly the cars stop... what do I do...?
I cross the street, or I imagine..?
.if I stop, I don't live, if I live, I don't do the verse...
The legs move involuntary, so I cross the street...
poetry follows along, and gets lost...!
goodbye unpublished poem...!
romantic stargazing ends with a smooch
nightjar rattles approval
watching crescent moon, charmed
Date written: 09/25/2021
While I tried having a begging nap,
On my door heard a begging rap…
A female caller tilting her velvety cap,
An errand running for my indulgent pap,
On her bluish blouse, a heat-transferred world map,
While her spread right fingers she played on her lap.
From me, got and drank a glassful wine,
Which first dulled her eyes before they did shine…
I guessed between her mission and mine,
An eternal gap,
But still said “Fine!”
In a sleepy voice that didn’t any energy sap…
“She is to continually join me in my sleep,
And begin a relationship passionately deep”.
The day was peaceful
Until the sound of thunder
Lightening is seen
life interrupted by corona
we live in a strange world
life interrupted by corona
the virus spread throughout the world
disrupting everything
putting life on hold
as more people
hunkered down
waiting for the virus
to pass over us
like in biblical times
the virus
will test us all
life interrupted
on hold
until the virus
spreads through the world
and then
we will all
go back
to life interrupted
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Do not take a laxative and sleeping pill on the same night
Do not bend over in skinny jeans that are way too tight
Do not kick the can towards your best pal's girl for a fight
Do not keep eating cause your taste buds are in delight
Do not use your bicycle handbrake speeding downhill
Do not use an umbrella on windy days for thrills
Do not keep asking are we there yet
Do not try to remember what you can't forget
Do not walk in the middle of a busy street
Do not ask for directions, are schedules meant to keep
Do not answer her if she looks really fat
Do not keep your wallet under your cap
Do not be serious all the time
Do not be delirious searching for a rhyme
Do not be over sweet just sorta kind
Do not be worried, relax your on overtime
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